wound relentlessly

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. She doesn’t expect him to answer, to reminisce in the past. She doesn’t think it’s him but the coincidence is there and tangible, and she feels it on the tip of her tongue as she looks away from him to keep it from coming out. It appears that he cannot look at her either, but she doesn’t mind. Doesn’t mind for the silence that beats between them while Auni remains content to be scratched every which way, and if Deimos were to stop the Luxere would lean harder into him. But there’s silence for a moment, and Kiada finds that she’s content to let him think on things if he wanted. But his lips part, and he mentions things that only her Deimos could know. The lake, the one that never froze. The mirror to summon the gods who’s ex haruspex was the one that fathered a sibling of hers. The two tall guardians that watched over the land from outsiders, hidden into the sides of the mountains for a time. Her eyes snap back to him and her jaw tries to drop. But she doesn’t let it. Instead, there’s almost the pinprick of tears that come across her face as she stares at him. And truly stares deep as if she can see his every action, everything he’s ever done. Everything he’s done for her. She doesn’t know yet that she’s broken him, but she regrets never seeing him after her mother whisked her away. After her brother had gone missing in the night, and she had told her mother and father during that festival. Their last at the Basin. The last time she’d ever seen Deimos. She stares at him with a bit of apprehension and inhales deeply with a shaking sound. “I never came back to see you.” She whispers now too. He had died before, too, like Ru’in. And yet lives now. And she wonders if somehow Caido is a place of resurrection, or purgatory. “My mother took me away, my twin went missing. I heard about it and meant to come back but everything happened.” She whispers more, her legs unconsciously bringing her closer to where she can look up into familiar ocean eyes. “You and the Basin were everything to me. You acknowledged me when everyone told me I was a lost, confused child.” She says, uncertainty shakes within her voice. But she can’t stop now. “Im sorry.” She apologizes, and there’s regret in her voice. And she wants to hug him, to hold the Reaper in her own bloodied hands of years of sacrifices and scream to the world that they both had suffered immensely. Even if he wasn’t the right one. He was here. And she was here. And somehow, someway, she craved the acknowledgement of someone who knew her before. Who knew the darkness lingering beneath the skin. She thinks it was Deimos once upon a time who knew what demons lived beneath her skin, because she had the idea that they lived beneath his too. but i flicker from time to time.